Chapter 1: Cuckoo Princess
Crolutes had to be the most disgusting, odious creatures ever to crawl the planets of the Western Reaches, Kylo Ren decided, as he found himself standing in a half-torn apart Niima Outpost late one afternoon. The sniveling creature before him was groveling and damn near wetting himself - gods, how was it possible for this kind of lifeform to survive here as opposed to the aquatic planet to which it was native?
The area within a twenty-yard radius to Unkar Plutt's stand was deserted, most of the other filth having scattered when the Sith acolyte entered and began hacking the place.
"The map to Skywalker: I know it's here, so don't dare test my patience and try to pretend otherwise," Kylo's voice was low through his mask modulator. "It's in a droid - a BB unit. I hope for your sake you haven't sold it."
"N...No, my lord," Unkar stammered. "But before I make you an offer -"
"I don't negotiate with scum -"
"Let me make it worth your while!" Unkar pleaded. "Allow yourself some enjoyment for tonight; I'll have one of my girls attend to you... and I will deliver the droid into your hands once you've had your pleasure."
Kylo hesitated. Usually, his version of letting off steam was to raze anything in his path, like he had been planning to do to the rest of this pathetic outpost. Rarely had he allowed himself other... more worldly pleasures. Snoke, his master, didn't like it, calling it weakness. But he'd heard his Knights talk of such things, of conquests between the sheets on long expeditions, with details graphic enough to peak his interest.
After a long moment, Kylo switched off his lightsaber, glancing back to the fireball that was Ger, rapidly beginning its descent from the heavens. His TIE fighter was parked all the way back by Kelvin Ridge; it had taken him most of the day cycle to traverse here on foot, even with the help of Force Speed. "Very well. Where does one go for such pleasures?"
Unkar gleamed that smile that one got when a bargain was struck. "The pleasure tents are right this way, sir."
Rey lugged her treasures off her landspeeder and past the gates of Niima Outpost, her back stooped and face low to the ground as she dragged her haul across the desert sands. Finally swaying to a stop in front of Unkar's stand, she finally glanced up... and frowned at the carnage that surrounded her.
Weequays and Gamorreans were shuffling about, picking up bits of charred transparisteel, shards of broken glass. What the kriff had happened here? A mass brawl? Scuffles like that weren't too common - scavengers didn't fight each other so openly for parts or portions unless conditions degraded enough or a season was particularly bad.
Worse still, Unkar's stand was vacant, and she fought the urge to yell. Uggh... where was he? The daylight was waning fast; if she hurried and made her trade for portions, she could hightail it out of here for a night off before her master asked her to perform her duties on the mats outside the pleasure tents, where the more experienced girls worked.
Although she had been regularly molested for the past seven years, Rey had never actually been made to lie in bed with a man. Unkar had kept her on the mat beat far past the point where most boys and girls aged out and graduated to the pleasure tents. Some... "lovers" who had tried to get a little too friendly with her and rape her had been rebuffed by the Crolute and his thugs. Almost as if he was... protecting her. Rey had never understood why, nor had she ever asked; she knew better than to.
The dimming light from Ger had dulled into faint purples and pinks; Rey watched as scantily-clad Twileks and humanoids emerged from their tents to lounge sultrily, tempting the menfolk who moseyed on by. Whatever explosive destruction had happened here, it had rendered the Outpost quieter than normal; the mats along Molestation Row, as it had come to be known, were half-empty and with no potential customers in sight. If Unkar moved his fat arse, Rey could maybe still escape a night of fucking yet and get back to her AT-AT home at a decent hour.
And here came the obese layabout now, huffing his girth around the corner of his stall.
"About time," Rey mouthed off, a little sassier than normal, but her patience had just about expired as she held up her findings. "I've got another bundle for you..."
"Five portions," Unkar grunted absently, reaching into his stand to nudge a handful of ration packs out onto the counter for her to grab. Even as she gathered them up, Rey gawped.
"Five? No way; this lot is worth at least ten..."
"Quiet, girl, and come with me," Unkar barked, grabbing her thin arm in a meaty palm and dragging her along Molestation Row.
Abandoning her pile back by his stall, Rey felt her teeth set. Looks like it would be another night of some drunken spice trader eating her out or worse yet, fucking her mouth.
So she frowned when Unkar bypassed her usual mat and kept on a path towards the pleasure tents. Despite her hardened exterior, Rey began to tremble in fear.
"Unkar..." she tried to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Where are we going...?"
"You've been promoted to the tents, my lovely. Congratulations. I've a very important customer waiting in here and I expect you to make him happy." Releasing her, he appraised her clothes, then tossed a golden bikini in her direction.
"Put this on, Cuckoo Princess, and then get in there." Scowling, Rey stripped and changed into the slutty outfit, her entire being roiling with disgust at how her master refused to turn his back and allow her at least some dignity.
Unkar tapped his webbed foot. "Be quick about it, girl! Kylo Ren should not be kept waiting."
Fastening the bar strap, Rey's head snapped up and she turned white. "Ky... Kylo Ren? But I..."
"You're on, love!" And Unkar shoved her into the tent at their left without another word.
Standing just inside the flap, in nothing but a tacky golden bikini and with her normal clothes bundled up in her arms, Rey's big, brown eyes enlarged as she beheld the hatchet man of the First Order. The heir apparent to Supreme Leader Snoke. Rumors had it that this man was descended from the Sith Lord Darth Vader himself.
He certainly looked like the progeny of Vader, clad all in black and with an imposing mask obscuring his true face, the apparatus concave around his chin and jawline. Even through the red-tinged bi-goggles, she just knew he was studying her. Gulping, feeling more self-conscious than she usually was with a customer, Rey turned in on herself, trying to cover what was left of her modesty. This kriffing gold bikini barely clothed her enough as it was.
Kylo Ren cocked his masked head to the side, continuing to ogle her like a small child. "What is it you are waiting for?" She couldn't tell if there was any impatience in his tone, what with that voice modulator.
She cast her gaze askance. "Would you please take off your mask?" she asked, sounding braver than she felt. "I... I would like to at least see the face of the man with whom I'll be... making love."
He didn't move for a beat, and she was just beginning to accept that he wouldn't do what she asked. How could she be so insolent as to presume the next Supreme Leader of the First Order would... well, take orders from someone like her?
"Your grammar is impeccable, I must say. You are clearly an educated lady."
Rey started at this, a blush blooming on her cheeks. She was hardly educated - if anything, she was self-taught. And no one had ever deigned to call her a 'lady.' Raising her gaze back to his shyly, she was shocked to see that he was unfastening the durasteel clippers of his mask and lifting the visor from his face.
She shouldn't have asked him to do that. Maker have mercy and help her, she shouldn't have asked him to do that. Because stars above, was he... handsome! Unconsciously, Rey felt her eyes shifting down, roving over his body and appraising him, even as her lips dropped open into a pretty little 'O'. His face was unblemished, with a strong jawline. Piercing, yet doleful hazel eyes that seemed to be probing right into her very soul. The entire masterpiece was framed by tumbling locks of silky black hair.
Casting the mask aside, Kylo Ren stepped closer, reaching out a hand. Retracting it back for a moment, just long enough to remove the glove and drop it at their feet, he dared to let his palm cup her cheek. Licking her lips without even being entirely aware of it, Rey trembled. Stars, his hand was massive! And she found herself imagining what those hands could do to her, in spite of herself.
How in the galaxy had this tent suddenly gotten so hot? And Rey was more used to heat than other beings.
"Don't be afraid," Kylo murmured, his voice like velvet. "I feel it, too."
Bashfully, Rey took one step into him, invading his personal space so that her hands came to rest lightly on his toned chest. She could feel the rippling muscles underneath her fingers and she bit back a moan. Eyelids hooded, lashes fluttering, she sensed Kylo bend towards her, yet she kept perfectly still. It seemed an eternity that she was waiting for his kiss, but when it came, she still gasped into his lips as they moved to cover hers.
His mouth was warm, pliant and impossibly soft. "Ermmmmmmm..." Rey made a tiny little noise in the back of her throat, and the seam of her lips parted, granting him entrance. When his tongue swept into her mouth to play with hers, her eyes fluttered shut that last little bit and she became lost in his embrace. Hands trembling, she gently pushed the black cloak off of his shoulders. Shaking fingers unbuttoning and then shrugging off his tunic. With her free hand, she dared to grip him between his legs and palm him through his pants. He grew half-hard under her touch almost instantly.
Kylo's large paw of a hand had snaked around her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her close to deepen the kiss. Fingers as large as salamis frolicked absently at the nape of her neck and in the buns of her hair, before sweeping down her upper back to unclasp the bra band, which now fell away.
"Mmmmm... Hmmmm..." Rey purred. Her nipples hardening into peaks amidst the cool summer breeze, she rather boldly pushed her boobs into his bare chest and sultrily rubbed them there against him. Kylo's free hand cupped her right breast and squeezed and she moaned. "Yes, more, please," she rasped. "Touch me..."
That same hand now stole around her waist, pulling her close and flush against him, before dipping lower, to caress and feel up the shapely globes of her bum.
Rey felt terribly overheated. She was panting into Kylo's fierce kiss. She felt dizzy. Gallingly, she raised her leg to his waist, hiking her thigh about his torso. Picking her waifish form up with just the hand at the small of her back, Rey folded her limbs about him and allowed Kylo to carry her to the mat laid out atop the sand. She landed with a jolt and she yipped into his plundering lips. Kylo's mouth darted down to nip at her neck, lick the pulse point there until it raced, and she groaned loudly. The attention was almost as if he was apologizing for depositing her so roughly.
Panting, Rey spread her legs, her knees splaying open so as to allow Kylo to crawl between them and mount her. Straddling her waist, his fingers digging into her hip bones until they seemed to burn, Kylo nipped and licked at Rey's mouth, their kisses turning feverish. Loosening the loincloth that covered her sex, he reverently rolled the piece of fabric back, down her thighs, down her calves, leaving them at her ankles.
Hazel eyes locked on brown. Hands pressed into his chest, Rey gazed at Kylo almost in shock.
"Don't be afraid," he crooned. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
She shook her head, feeling almost as if she was under some kind of spell. "I'm not afraid," she whispered.
Dipping his head, Kylo kissed her sensuously, and she purred happily. He kissed her so deeply, it seemed to override the sharp pinch of pain that she barely felt, of him gliding into the petals of her flooded sex.
Looping her legs about his torso, squeezing her powerful thigh muscles honed from years of climbing Star Destroyers, Rey entrapped him, pinned him deep inside her.
"Kiss me again," she whispered against his jawline. "Kiss me as you fuck me."
Kylo obliged like a gentleman, tongue swimming inside her mouth as he began to thrust and wriggle around inside her. His thrusts were low and deep, but not rough, and Rey let her nails scrabble for purchase along his sweaty, rippling shoulder blades.
"Errrrr... Hurrrrr! Hmmmmm! Mmmmmm... Ohhhhhh... Oh, my..." The sounds and noises he supped from her lips were pretty and lowing.
Kylo grunted, eyes ablaze with dark lust and he began to pound faster. Rey let her fingers sink into the threadbare mat cushioning her back, until her nails began to bunch up handfuls of sand underneath. She wildly bucked her wet heat into his dick, matching him thrust for fierce thrust. Looping one arm about his neck, she kissed him deeply, feeling her gut uncoil and heat pool low in her belly. Her body began to crest, rise a little off the mat.
"I'm... I'm close...Hmmm..." She murmured against Kylo's insistent mouth.
"Force alive, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, oh, please, don't stop..."
Her walls clenched tightly around him. Her thigh muscles cramped, clamping down on his waist.
"MMMMMHMMMMMMMM!" Rey squealed out a happy scream around his tongue, deadened by Kylo's magical kiss. The wave crested and she writhed and bucked beneath him, limbs twitching as she rode out her orgasm. Her very first...
Above her, with a weak slam, two, Kylo was groaning, until, with a grunt, he buried his face into her neck and spilt his seed deep inside of her.
Eyes wide and gasping, Rey turned into her lover, drawing him close. Vision swimming, rolling into the back of her head, she drifted away into an exhausted sleep.
Through a loose flap in the pleasure tent's fabric, some hour cycles later, Kylo could make out one of Jakku's two moons making its way across the skies, its light luminous. But which moon was it? Kamala, perhaps? Or was it Antioch? Frankly, he couldn't remember which came in orbit first. He seemed to recall that, due to their gravitational pulls, Jakku's moons regularly engaged in orbital resonance with each other. Meaning that Antioch would temporarily travel around Jakku within the much larger Kamala's orbit. Such a phenomena occurred at least once in the desert planet's 352-day year cycle; he would have to review his studies upon returning to his Star Destroyer.
A pretty little purring sound made Kylo glance back to the other side of the sleep mat. The girl was curled into herself, snuggled up against him and using his chest as a pillow. The moonlight from nearby Kamala, Antioch or whichever moon it was bathed her in an ethereal glow, the cerulean tinge of it kissing her naked body.
At first glance, most men might judge her to be rather plain. And though her frame was thin, it was still lithe and firm. Her breasts were tiny, but supple - about the size of a jogan fruit. The pink beauty of her sex was covered in a thick traingle of hair as chestnut as the strands now coming loose from her three buns in waves.
In all his life, Kylo had never beheld a creature so stunning, so captivating, so... beautiful.
Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he wriggled out from under her and rose from the sleep mat, crossing to his pile of clothes. Digging through the pockets, he finally found his billfold containing credits and he began to pull out a wad.
"Hmmmmm..." The girl hummed prettily as she stretched out along the sleep mat like a loth cat, a dopey smile on her face. Eyelids fluttering open, she cast her gaze about when she found the other side of the mat empty, freezing when she saw Kylo standing before her, his rumpled pile of clothes in one fist, yet still maddeningly naked. Studying his heated gaze, she watched in awe as his manliness rose to attention before her, and she flushed furiously.
Reaching out, Kylo dropped a wad of credits on the edge of the sleep mat. "These credits are yours... please take them all." When she didn't move for a parsec, he laughed awkwardly, taking out a few more bills. "You want more...?" In the grand scheme of things, credits meant little to him, and really, she had shown him an amazing time.
But the girl scrabbled backwards on the mat like a sand crab. "No, no, I don't want anything." She appeared almost skittish, and the contrast to how bold she had been just earlier in the night was striking.
Kylo gaped at her. "What's wrong with you?" he blurted without thought, rudely.
She cast her eyes into her lap, pondering her navel, her still-exposed cunt. "I've not done this before," she admitted in a small voice.
Kylo stared at her for a prolonged moment, a wry smirk fighting to tug its way onto his lips that she had passionately kissed. "That can't be true," he almost chuckled, thumbing through a few more credit notes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her frown, the expression dripping with innocence. "Why would I lie?"
"ALL THE GIRLS LIE!" Kylo let anger surge and explode through him, bellowing. Did she take him for a fool? No prostitute thrust out to fuck with some spacer in any backwater planet could claim to be a true virgin. At the very least, she had known her way around a bed, or in this case, a mat. She'd known where to touch him and learned quickly what he liked. "They just want to get out of here!" He had heard from his Knights of overly-ambitious sluts who had wanted to make any romantic arrangement more permanent, perhaps to bilk some more credits or even passage off-world. Marooned in a dump like this, lightyears from nowhere, why should this wisp of a girl be any different?
The sound of her sniffling made him glance up, to see that she had turned her face away, stung by the cruel words of his outburst. The moonlight caught her eyes glistening with wetness. Kylo's own eyes faltered, and a strange pang of shame coursed through him. The feeling was brittle, made him bristle. He had never apologized for anything in years. And yet he came about as close as he could when he now mumbled, "Maybe you're not like that. I don't know who you are."
It was a humbling concession, coming from him, and the softness in his tone made her glance back to him. Kneeling next to her, Kylo reached out to touch her face and she inched nearer to him. Sitting down side by side, scavenger and Sith pretender gazed out into the night, leaning their heads on each other's shoulders.
"Who are you? What's your name?" Kylo breathed out.
"My... my name?" she stammered out breathlessly, sounding almost dreamy as she drew back to gaze into his eyes. She had a probing stare, and Kylo felt horribly exposed but still the question lingered. "I'm Rey."
"Rey..." He tried it out on his tongue. It was a beautiful name. It sounded like sunlight.
He almost didn't hear her whisper, "What's yours?"
He blinked at her, and she added quite fiercely, "And don't say Kylo. What's your real name?"
He should have felt affronted by her temerity, to ask for his name which he had not dared to speak aloud in years. And yet, all he could feel for her was... admiration, as her quiet and fierce question dragged from him that one syllable:
"Ben."
"Ben," she repeated in a breathless whisper, trying it out on her tongue. It actually made her smile radiantly, and in that moment, Ben knew he had just listened to the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.